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ShadowsSuspended high above the waves, all I could hear was the cool, salty echo of the wind. My legs, the hair stiff with sea salt, swung wildly, and I did not notice the damp of the dingy yellow life vest that pressed down on my sunburned shoulders or the rough rope of the midair craft. Despite the thundering silence, I knew from the way it rocked violently that the yellow boat felt each salty slap of the brine. Above the waves, it was a different world, calm, silent, lonely, free. The sea glinted like blue fire under the summer sun, and the azure sky was streaked only with skinny shoestring clouds. This was different from sitting on the edge of tShadows
by ~lauren-moore
How to Carve a PumpkinAh, Halloween…it’s that wonderful time of year when everyone in the neighborhood comes together to adopt new identities, gorge on free candy, frighten small children, litter their yards with cheap Styrofoam gravestones, and participate in bloodthirsty Satanic rituals honoring Samhain, Lord of the Dead. And is there anything more representative of that crisp autumn night than the sight of a plump Jack O’Lantern grinning merrily on one’s front stoop?How to Carve a Pumpkin
Pumpkin-carving is a great Halloween tradition, one that started with the legend of a mean old man (Stingy Jack, of Jack O’Lantern fame), who, forever banned f
by ~lauren-moore
Bright UniverseOnce, the universe was nothing but light. All that existed were suns, and they all clustered in the same place. There, the light was hot and intense, and the suns were so close together as to be indistinguishable. The suns blended into one giant ball of fire and light. Each one was a divine being but the hot, pulsating mass as a whole was known as the Djwdps, the being that was nothing and everything. Most of the suns were content with having infinite time and space with which to exist. For seconds or millennia, the Djwdps was as fiery and bright at its core as it was at its outermost folds. But as the suns slept through the dazzling eternityBright Universe
by ~lauren-moore
ParthenonHot light melts on sloping steps, Pours over sleeping dogs and street vendors, Gets caught in twisted branches Before it reaches my shoes. Purple wildflowers grow out of cracks in the stone Like light explodes out of cracks in the sun. A vendor pushes a green parasol into my face. It is like being blinded by a huge papery lime. But I don’t want to shield the sunlight. I want it to batter my shoulders Like the wind strikes the cliffs. I want to see the white columns Stark against the sky. I want to smell the distant orange groves, Leaves shimmering in theParthenon
by ~lauren-moore
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Fallby ~4leaf--Clover
The Production.The puppeteer, he pulls the strings His doll, she sings and dances Her golden curls, her string of pearls And blue eyes have enchanted The audience, all young and old, Wide-eyed and openmouthed Amidst the cheers, the pupeteer, His smile is snide and proud.The Production.
The puppeteer, his fingers dance The doll-girl curtsies low, Bowing to an audience that's sad to see her go Her curls and pearls and taffeta Fade to the curtain's fall, The puppeteer, he reappears And bows to one and all. "Thank you, dear friends, I'm very glad You liked my introduction; B
by *Lizzabeth
Alleluia, peut-etre simplementShe knows she's going to die. She's been ripping herself out from the inside for months, years. She doesn't notice it anymore, her eyes don't register anymore. Too much trust, too many bones have been broken.Alleluia, peut-etre simplement
She's almost gone, and I don't know how to say goodbye.
I don't ring the doorbell. The door is unlocked, and slightly ajar. There are no lights on in the house, nothing combating the underlying dusk that is whirring closer. My footsteps creak the floorboards, and I am drawn to her.
She sits in her living room, the light grey-tinted and overcast, too filtered by the open windows. She plays a song I d
by ~Julian-Delphiki
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| I'm a fifteen year old feminist, poet, and amateur photographer. I like: photography, science fiction, poems, biology, debate, slugs, cats, graphic novels, space, things that make me laugh. |
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